Quiet held the house, and all The staid herd dreamed in stanchioned stall; Sheep and horse and watchdog slept; Upon the hill the red fox kept His vigil, puzzling at the span Of quiet round the home of man; Then jerkily the rooster spoke, And man and drowsy beast awoke; How could they know that day had broken Until the important cock had spoken? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT PSALM 147 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BY WAY OF THE STARS by LEVI BISHOP |